tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20406544016827692102024-03-12T18:22:44.757-07:00Logic of a Crazy Pagan Cat Ladybadbadkittyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07900149257212537997noreply@blogger.comBlogger31125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2040654401682769210.post-70295720664712589052014-05-26T14:10:00.001-07:002014-05-26T14:53:52.309-07:00Women are not Objects!Once again I have not written anything in a while on this blog. I am writing now because of recent events that are boiling in me and bubbling up and over to the point I am having an emotional hangover.<br />
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What I am about to write about makes me very emotional, and it can cause a lot of anger and upsetting emotions in others, but I am doing it anyways because I feel the need to let others know they are not alone.<br />
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1 in 3 American women will be sexually abused during their lifetime.
(George Mason University, Worldwide Sexual Assault Statistics, 2005)<br />
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<span style="font-weight: normal;">One in four college women report surviving rape (15 percent) or attempted rape (12 percent) since their fourteenth birthday. (</span><span style="font-weight: normal;">Warsaw, R. <i>I Never Called it Rape.</i> New York: HarperCollins Publishers, 1994)</span><br />
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<span style="font-weight: normal;">In the year 2000, 246,000 women survived rape and sexual assault. This computes to 28 women every hour. (</span><span style="font-weight: normal;">Rennison, C. M. "National Crime Victimization Survey, Criminal
Victimization 2001: Changes from 2000-2001 with Trends 1993-2001,"
Washington, D.C.: U.S. Department of Justice, Bureau of Justice
Statistics, NCJ 187007, 2002.)</span><br />
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<li><span style="font-weight: normal;"> 8% of men admit committing acts that meet the legal definition
of rape or attempted rape. Of these men who committed rape, 84% said
that what they did was definitely not rape. </span><br /><span style="font-weight: normal;"> (</span><span style="font-weight: normal;">Warsaw, R. <i>I Never Called it Rape.</i> New York: HarperCollins Publishers, 1994)</span></li>
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<span style="font-weight: normal;">35% of men report at least some degree of likelihood of raping if they could be assured they wouldn't be caught or punished.</span><br />
<span style="font-weight: normal;"> (Malamuth, N. M. "Rape Proclivity Among Males." <i>Journal of Social Issues</i> 37 (1981): 138-57.)</span><br />
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<span style="font-weight: normal;">Now that I have shown you some statistics I am going to go forward with my own stories.</span><br />
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<span style="font-weight: normal;">I have recently been trying to work through my own demons, and why I have such trouble with relationships. I have felt like I will always be alone. So I started writing down (due to a suggestion from a professional) all the bad experiences I have had with men including rape, domestic violence or the threatening of either. I am going to share some of that with you now.</span><br />
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<span style="font-weight: normal;">When I was a sophomore in high school one of my acquaintances and I were asked by a teacher to reorganize a small room in the school where a lot of supplies belonging to the school were kept. The Acquaintance was a young man that was pretty well liked by my peers. We went and were a bit overwhelmed by the job at hand. So we started to just talk and kind of do nothing we were supposed to do. Eventually he told me he liked me. I was a bit surprised and told him I did not feel the same way. He became upset and cornered me against the wall. He put his hand between my legs, and told me I liked it. I was completely frozen. A math teacher walked in on this, and accused me of being a slut. I tried to explain, but he would not listen, and only sent me to the Vice Principals office. I was lucky enough that the Vice Principal really liked me, and thought I had potential ans he put it. He believed me and the boy got into a bit of trouble (not nearly enough in my opinion now), and I was assigned a new math teacher. sadly most of my friends did not believe he did that to me. This was my first experience with an assault from a male. Also my first experience with peers not wanting to believe in a sexual assault which is a whole different subject I will write about at a different time. </span><br />
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<span style="font-weight: normal;">My second experience was with a bad boyfriend who had a cocaine problem, and also was very abusive. There are so many experiences with this one man I could write a whole essay on him. I however have one experience that stands out more than any other. This is something that I usually do not tell very many people until they are very close to me. I am going to tell it now because I think it is one of the hardest experiences of my life and it still gives me nightmares, and I know there are woman out there with similar experiences and if it helps just one other person than it is a good thing. MY boyfriend at the time had such a bad coke problem that he ran out of money one day. Which happened rarely, but on occasion. So he said he had worked something out with his dealer, and we had to go to his house. When we got there they talked for a few minutes, and than my boyfriend said he would be back in a few hours, and I was to stay put. His dealer insisted I sit on the sofa with him, and than tried to put the moves on me. I resisted him for a bit, but than he pushed me down into the sofa and ripped the shirt i was wearing after that I froze. I cried through the whole thing while he raped me. A friend found out what was going on and came to get me. They were too late to stop what was happening, but they did get me out of there, and explained that my boyfriend had sold me off for a few hours so he could get some coke. I was sold for a little bag of white powder, and that man claimed to love me.</span><br />
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<span style="font-weight: normal;">The next experience I will tell you about was on my 21st birthday. I was homeless at the time, and these two guys I knew said they were going to buy me some vodka and we would hang out. We went to an abandoned building that was a popular hang out for the homeless I knew in that area. We all drank the vodka and laughed and talked, and than one of them started to kiss me at first i kissed him back because I kind of liked him. I than told him to stop, and from there it went from bad to worse. The other man hanging out with us took off when I started saying No. I was raped on my 21st birthday. </span><br />
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<span style="font-weight: normal;">After this I was with a lot of abusive boyfriends who did not sexually assault me but they beat me. I even was beaten one night while i was pregnant with my daughter. </span><br />
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<span style="font-weight: normal;">I was married for a time, and there was a lot of mental abuse there although they will never admit or apologize for any of it. There was the lies and deceit and they also deny all of that as well no matter how I caught them in it. </span><br />
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<span style="font-weight: normal;">Years later while I was separated and dating someone else who was not exactly the best guy either. I went to go see a movie by myself because I needed some alone time. On the walk home i took a small short cut that I had taken many times. A man stopped and asked me if I had a dollar, and I sad no. He than grabbed me, ripped my jacket off, and threw me too the ground. He told me to stay there, and he told me if I did not let him fuck me he would stab me with his knife. When he was finished with me he grabbed my jacket and left with it. I ran home and I think either my roommate or my ex husband (who lived beneath me called the police). The police were so awful to me that i did not tell them about the rape and simply told them about the assault and that my jacket was stolen and it had my wallet in it. When they had me speak to a detective I had pretty much clammed up altogether. The officers who had come kept asking me if I was sure he was white. They asked me that question at least 4 times. They also took me back to the scene of the crime, and were laughing about my description while i was in the back of the police car. I became afraid to even speak at all. There was no female officer, and no one who treated me like I was important at all. These police officers treated me like i was trash. </span><br />
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<span style="font-weight: normal;">The last incident i am going to tell you about was with a man I had been with longer than any other. The first few years were really great. We had our arguments but he showed me love and affection. He bragged about me. He stood up for me. I was completely in love with him. He however had some mental illness, and a serious addiction problem. Just before we moved to Vermont I started to wonder if our relationship was worth it because he was starting to fall off the wagon. He dropped out of school, and was seriously depressed. I wanted to move and had wanted too for some time. We were living in Albany, NY and i did not like it there or felt safe there. So we moved to Vermont. I told him I wanted to move and it was his choice to come with me or not. He chose to come with me (surprisingly), and we made the move. He got a job pretty quickly and it first it seemed he was feeling better and doing better, but eventually he lost the job and started drinking on and off. He became abusive both mentally and physically. I tried to help him. and at one time we even went to counseling together. I still to this day feel like we made a mistake in the counselor we chose as he seemed tocoddle my boyfriend, and I constantly was made ot feel like I was the bad guy in all of it. My boyfriend would lie to him and when i called him out on it the counselor would say things like "Well we all perceive things differently". Well after a situation where he ended up in the hospital claiming he was going to kill himself (one of his tactics to get me to do what he wanted) I broke it off with him. I told him he could live in the extra bedroom until he could find a place of his own. A few months later he walked around my house with a knife talking gibberish. The police were called, and when they came in my boyfriend assaulted them, and even hit one of the officers with a metal table. It took 6 police officers to carry him out of the house. I went and got a restraining order the next day. I ended up with some PTSD, and my therapist at the time tried EMDR treatment which did not work that well for me. In fact i got really manic for some time, and things only became worse when he got out of jail. He came to the house I think a week after he got out and begged to come in. I felt bad for him it was winter and it was cold out and he looked awful. At first he seemed fine and normal and he came back for a few days and we talked about how we could not be together and he said he was getting a place with some people he had met etc... He started to act weird though and claimed I was his girlfriend again. He did not want me to go anywhere, and I knew things were not good. I however was convinced by another person who knew he was there to just tell him to go away for a few days because we were having a party. Which did work for those few days. When he came back he was much worse and I could no longer handle the situation. He refused to let me leave the house. he even tied my hands for some time, and he raped me several times. I finally told someone else besides the first person, and they called the police. They came and got him. They took a lot of stuff from the house, and I was taken to the hospital. We never went to trial because his lawyers kept putting it off, and eventually someone I was not friends with anymore changed their story, and my lawyers felt that they could no longer trust the jury as it would be my word against hers. So instead we made a deal and the only way to make a deal with a rapist in Vermont is to drop the rape charges. So he only got assault, and for breaking a restraining order. He was given 3 1/2 years. His time is almost up now.</span><br />
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<span style="font-weight: normal;">This is why I am scared to death, and this is why I do not trust men. The past few days I have read so many incidents of women being sexually assaulted, threatened, or abused by men in one way or another. We have been telling our stories on the Internet. No one seems to be listening to us. </span><br />
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<span style="font-weight: normal;">I saw something yesterday and again today about how if you had a plate of cookies and you were told that some of them were poisoned but you did not know which ones why would you eat any of them? That is what it is like more and more for women. We know some of you are good, but we cannot tell usually until it is too late. So now we are afraid of all of you. </span><br />
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<span style="font-weight: normal;">So men when you hear other men say nasty things about women or talk about them as objects instead of as people. Stop them and tell them they are wrong, and not to talk about women that way no matter how we are dressed, or how much we drink, or any other reason they come up with for doing it.</span><br />
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<span style="font-weight: normal;">Women please no no matter what you do it is not your fault! These things are never your fault. We have the right to say NO! We have the right to be human beings and to give our bodies when we want to and not when someone else wants us too. </span><br />
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badbadkittyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07900149257212537997noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2040654401682769210.post-1335674090191610092014-04-22T14:04:00.001-07:002014-04-22T14:04:47.702-07:00BONNIE & CLYDE - BANG, BANG (My Baby Shot Me Down) por Nico Vega (+playl...<iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="270" src="//www.youtube.com/embed/V8_1S-vjjCE" width="480"></iframe>badbadkittyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07900149257212537997noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2040654401682769210.post-50199883965475989242014-03-29T23:15:00.001-07:002014-03-29T23:15:32.079-07:00My Chemical Romance - "I'm Not Okay (I Promise)" (Video - Version 1) (+p...<iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="344" src="//www.youtube.com/embed/jOnI5GGpXck" width="459"></iframe>badbadkittyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07900149257212537997noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2040654401682769210.post-24320400375899068232013-09-28T07:21:00.001-07:002014-05-26T10:25:46.316-07:00Mother and daughter<div dir="ltr">
I have written nothing since my mother died this past winter. The inspiration left me, and probably when I needed my creative outlet the most. Even now it seems like the words are just not quite right, and the feeling behind them is not coming through the way it should, but I am going to do my best. </div>
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I have been thinking about the relationships between mother and daughter, and how different they can be for each of us. My mother and I rarely saw eye to eye, and did not always even have respect for each other. I do realize my mother did the best she could with what knowledge she had. She sometimes went about things the wrong way, but she also did not have the ability to do things differently. She did not understand my mental issues, and she certainly did not know how to handle them. For my mother I think it was simply frustrating and scary, and strained our relationship well into my adult years even after I was diagnosed. </div>
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I spent years fighting against being like my mother to the point that I rebelled against being who I really was. Years of making myself believe I was far more independent and interesting than my mother. Now I will say I am a very interesting person, and have been through some things my mother probably never imagined living through. There are some things though that we do have in common that I have realized and come to terms with. You could say we are the two sides of the same coin.</div>
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Now I have my own teenage daughter, and I have never felt more blessed with the child I have. She is amazingly tough far more than most realize. Most people see my tiny sarcastic and sometimes crazy kid. I see something more. </div>
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My daughter was born with cystic fibrosis, and over the years she has been diagnosed with adhd, and a mood disorder which many a psychiatrist has told me off record is bipolar disorder. I kind of already knew, because I have bipolar as well. She is stronger than me though. Maybe because I understand and I can talk to her about it, maybe because she has meds to help her through, or maybe she has been through so much medical stuff having some mental disorder seems dim compared. She is my heroine. </div>
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My daughter has had three big surgeries since she was born. The first one was immediately after I pushed her out. They rushed her to a hospital in Boston, and has the scar to show for it. She had a blockage in her intestines, and so they had to remove it, and sew her intestines back together. She spent the first month of her life in a hospital, and I never got to breastfeed. I pumped for the first couple weeks and she got it, but I did not have a lot of milk, and my nipples were bleeding. So from the start things were rocky for my bean. She was tiny and looked like an alien. Her head to big for her body it was amazing when she was able to hold it up. I was scared to death. </div>
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The second surgery was years later when a doctor realized her spine was stretched, and they did surgery to snip the cartilage so that her spine could be like the rest of us, and she would have less pressure on her legs. The surgeon explained to me that not all her symptoms would leave, but that this would keep them from getting worse.</div>
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The third surgery was for a gtube so my daughter could get a higher calorie intake since she needed to gain more weight. This is a hole in her stomach fixed with a small plastic device that can be hooked up to bags of unflavored nestle drinks that add over a 1,000 calories overnight. She was in the hospital for over a month, and missed out on half of her summer that year. After the surgery it took her some time to get back up to speed. This whole thing was hell! She had to stay in the unit and schedule time in the extra room where she could do art. She had to walk her metal pole with her iv over there and would get so sick of the whole thing she would cry and beg to come home. I wanted to rip her out of that bed and tell the doctors to "fuck off". I of course just waited it out with her. <br />
Although I did kind of tell one of those physicians that they could go where the sun does not shine. Maybe just once. </div>
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After all this her mood disorder really came out in full throttle, and it took some time to work out the right medications, and therapy that was helpful. This one time last year she told me what it felt like to her when she had what I call a bipolar freak out. She said it starts out she is just upset than it turns into a something else and she no longer has any control. She knows what she is doing and saying is wrong, but she loses herself and until its done she can do nothing. I know that feeling all too well. I hold myself in check quite often for fear of that rage. I try to stay away from confrontation , and even amaze myself sometimes that I hold it together.</div>
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My daughter has her moments, but I can say she has far less than I did at her age. She is amazing to me how often she holds it together. How rare it is that she loses control compared to myself back than. I often tell people that if they knew me when I was younger they would not have liked me. </div>
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I sometimes have to explain to my bean that not everyone is going to understand, and sometimes we have to just face those consequences of these actions even though we lost control. We just have to hope we can do better next time, and hope for future friends who will understand and help us through rather than shut us out. </div>
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My mother did not have the knowledge or understanding that I have been able to pass down to my daughter. She also maybe should have handled things differently a few times, but she did not know any better. I still turned out pretty good. I think my daughter is turning out even better. I love you my bean, and I will always be here for you. </div>
badbadkittyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07900149257212537997noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2040654401682769210.post-75862009527303776392013-02-27T11:16:00.001-08:002013-02-27T11:16:50.868-08:00My daily life and a cleaning tip<!--[if gte mso 9]><xml>
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My life as a single Mom can sometimes be tedious and somewhat boring, but
often I end up wishing I had never got bored when some crazy drama filled thing
happens to rock my world. Which of course has recently happened, and I will be
discussing those details in my next post. This however is about my basic every
day life.<br />
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5:30am- Wake up, Start getting Bean up, Get out all her little pills fir
Cystic Fibrosis and other things, take my own pills with a tall glass of water,
yell in Bean's room get up NOW!<br />
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5:45am Bean is in shower, I make her some breakfast usually a micro waved
Potato or some leftover soup<br />
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6:00am- Bean and I both have breakfast mine is usually hot quinoa or some
eggs, she watches some TV and I hang out on Facebook, and start reading blogs
out of my google reader.<br />
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6:30am - more Internet for me, Bean gets dressed<br />
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7:00am- Bianca is getting ready doing her hair, preparing her school stuff.
I put together her snack for the day.<br />
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7:30am- Bianca leaves to catch the bus. I go back to bed for a couple hours<br />
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9:30am- Get up do 30 minutes of cardio on Wii or take a walk for an hour.<br />
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10:30am- Make phone calls, Clean Littler boxes, Sweep all the floors,
clean bathroom counter, laundry, and other odds and ends.<br />
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Noontime- have lunch<br />
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1:00pm- Do extra chores I put aside for the day as in Wednesday I dust
all the surfaces, clean microwave, and sometimes mop the living room floor (I
hate mopping).<br />
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3:00pm- maybe gets some writing done, and keeps doing laundry<br />
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4:30pm- does dishes<br />
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5:00pm Prepare dinner<br />
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6:00pm- Bean gets home between 5:30pm and 6:00pm so we eat dinner when she
gets home.<br />
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7:00pm- Bean does her vest for physical therapy<br />
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7:30pm- Maybe watch a movie with Bean or we do some other stuff including
homework<br />
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9:00pm- Beans bedtime<br />
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After that I write or hang out on Facebook and Pinterest and so forth.<br />
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I usually go to bed about Midnight.<br />
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This is a typical day not including when I have appointments and such.<br />
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Now I clean my microwave the natural way. I use one cup white vinegar, one
cup of water, and two capfuls of vanilla extract in a microwave bowl. I place
it in the microwave and set the time for 5 minutes on high. Than I let it
sit for a couple minutes to let the steam really penetrate the inside if the
microwave. Than carefully take out the bowl. After that I take a damp
cloth and swipe down all the walls in the microwave. I clean the glass plate in
hot soapy water and after it dries put it in the nice clean microwave that
smells pretty neat as well. <br />
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This is the life I really prefer its the nice boring one, and I hope someday
to share it with a man who will enjoy the dinners I make and we will massage
each others feet. <br />
<br />badbadkittyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07900149257212537997noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2040654401682769210.post-85411086276109844652013-02-19T18:53:00.000-08:002013-02-19T19:10:54.190-08:00FOX NEWS a bunch of Dumbasses <!--[if gte mso 9]><xml>
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So the latest thing in the Witchy world is the situation with Fox News about
them Wiccan bashing. If you have not watched the video go to Youtube and look
up Fox News Wiccans and it will come right up. I have also signed the petition
and did my part to let them know what they did was wrong.<br />
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That being said I really think that everything that Fox News says is pretty
much idiotic and has proven themselves to be the worst News station in human
history so forth anyone with half a brain is going to watch this and know they
are clueless idiots that have no idea how offensive they are being. They think
they are actually making good Television it’s just a little sad. Seriously its
pathetic and I pity them.<br />
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As a Witch yes I am offended, but I also am not surprised. How many people
do I meet that do not know the difference between Wiccans, Witches, Druids, and
Pagans? I will tell you a damn lot! We sort of all get squished together into
the same category just as Baptists, Lutherans, Pentecostals, and Catholics all
get thrown together because they are all Christian (supposedly). I know many
witches are pissed off about this, but I am not really all that angry about
that part. People are always going to throw us into the same category just as
Christians are all part of the same category. I do realize though that it is
offensive, and if you want to be angry about it I can understand why you are.<br />
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The fact that they think we do not know our own holidays that made me upset.
I can name every one of them fine thank you. Do I go about asking Christians if
they know all their Holidays? NO cause it’s a stupid question. Also
Halloween is not the most sacred Holiday of Witches or Wiccans although many of
us celebrate Samhain, which happens to be on the same day. Is any of this surprising
though? No cause its Fox News and I doubt any of them have done any research on
anything they talk about at all. EVER!<br />
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Also the bit about Dungeons and Dragons is very odd and just shows how
ignorant they are once again. I would love to play that game but the
geeks and nerds who play it tend to not think I am cool enough to play, and as
I recently said to someone getting involved in a group that plays is like
opening up a coconut made of cement! These guys are a type of gamer not a
Religion. <br />
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I do like Incense so do a lot of Buddhists, Christians, Atheists, etc.....
What has liking things to smell nice have to do with what religion or belief
you have? Once again ignorance and stupidity of Fox News!<br />
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So here is the bottom line. Go sign the petition.<br />
<a href="http://www.causes.com/causes/814122-demand-fox-news-apologize-for-attacking-wiccans?fb_action_ids=10151368931221588&fb_action_types=causes%3Arecruit&fb_source=timeline_og&action_object_map={%2210151368931221588%22%3A511045945614068}&action_type_map={%2210151368931221588%22%3A%22causes%3Arecruit%22}&action_ref_map=[]#utm_campaign=og_timeline_og">Here it is </a><br />
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Also realize that anyone
who listens and watches Fox News for actual news probably has the same IQ as of
the people on those shows. I think it is probably the same as of an orange. At
least an orange can give you some vitamin C. I think the only thing Fox news can
give you is a good laugh at their stupidity or a possible headache from the
same thing.<br />
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I am in no way saying we should not find them offensive. I am just saying
they are dumbasses.<br />
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Thank you! Goodnight! That is all!badbadkittyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07900149257212537997noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2040654401682769210.post-24877827444893828782013-02-13T12:52:00.002-08:002013-02-14T10:10:04.891-08:00Things have changed since Bridget Jones<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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Do you remember the book Bridget Jones Diary? I loved that book and the
movie was pretty good as well. The thing was she showed how hard it was being
single when all your coupled friends seemed to look down on you for it. This
was a trend for some time, and may still be going on today although I have not
felt that kind of pressure from my married or coupled up friends while I have
been single.<br />
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Instead I have found a different pressure I keep facing that is truly
annoying and I think lacking empathy. These days it seems women look down on
their single friends for wanting to be coupled. I have done it as well. Well
why do you need a man? This question pops up when someone is whining away over
a pint of Ice cream that they cannot find a good man. Who said she needed
one? Maybe she just wants one?<br />
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What is wrong with wanting to be in a couple? Why is there this stigma
against it? As though if you want to have a man in your life your a weak woman
or less of a woman for it. How times have changed. Why is it that we cannot
accept each other as sisters in this world just as we are?<br />
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Do not get me wrong their is nothing wrong with women who choose to be
single although most women I have met say it and yet when they find a special
mate in their life suddenly they act like they are more complete, and seem to
be happier than ever unless of course it goes sour which is a whole different
bag of bones I plan to discuss at another date.<br />
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A lot of research has shown that people are happier and healthier in
relationships and marriage. *According to Professor Dario Maestripier whose
findings are published in the journal Stress "What we found is that
marriage has a dampening effect on cortisol responses to psychological
stress"<br />
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That is one of the many health benefits that have been found from coupling
up according to many different medical journals. You can certainly go look this
stuff up its all over the Internet. I am not going to list them all as this is
just a blog and not a research paper. <br />
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I myself have found that I am more comfortable within a relationship. I feel
more at ease, and I feel less worried about a lot of things such as finances,
going out, health, etc.. I can say though it has to be a Healthy
relationship and not an abusive one. Of course being in an abusive relationship
is bad, but denying yourself a relationship because you’re afraid of it or just
on the policy that you think it makes you a stronger person is not healthy
either.<br />
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Once again I am not saying it is not all right to be single. There are
perfectly healthy people being single and seem to be happy about it. What I am
saying is take a deep look at your reasons for it. Have you swung all your
energy into your career to avoid being in love or found some other place to put
those basic human needs? If not than hurray for you but please do not put
down others for wanting to be in a couple. We all have our own way in life so
do not put down others for choosing a different one.<br />
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As women we should support each other no matter if we are single, dating, in
a relationship, or married. The stay at home housewife has just as much value
as the working ones. The single woman has just as much value as a married one.
Lets stop making judgments about the choices we make or the things we want in
life and instead put our energy elsewhere.<br />
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References<br />
*http://www.telegraph.co.uk/health/healthnews/7952466/Relationships-are-good-for-your-health.htmlbadbadkittyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07900149257212537997noreply@blogger.com9tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2040654401682769210.post-6448475302925025442013-02-05T05:53:00.002-08:002013-02-05T05:54:12.293-08:00On this day I promise not to lose it.Today I am taking my daughter to her Cystic Fibrosis clinic in Albany, NY. Seems like it would be a fun day trip, but often times it is just exhausting. Also this time around I will not be stopping in to see any of my friends so it will be an all day trip with the ex husband.<br />
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I will have a book, my headphones, Pandora, Water bottle (must stay hydrated), and some healthy snacks. Also armed with the ability to ignore him for the most part.<br />
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Wish me luck as I venture into a place I hate with a person I think is out of his mind. I really am crazy...really I am.<br />
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<br />badbadkittyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07900149257212537997noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2040654401682769210.post-47498228521027713492013-02-04T12:28:00.002-08:002013-02-14T10:10:44.406-08:00My love songsSo here is a list of some of my favorite love songs. Why? Well despite my own problems with relationships some small part of me still believes. The stupid part of me.<br />
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1. The way you look tonight- Frank Sinatra<br />
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Seriously I love a good romantic Frank Sinatra song. Ol' Blue eyes makes me swoon.<br />
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2. Can you feel the love tonight- Elton John<br />
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Oh Simba falling in love. What more is there to say?<br />
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3.When a Man Loves a Woman- Percy Sledge<br />
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I would like to believe in this song most of all.<br />
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4.Kiss from a Rose- Seal<br />
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I am a comic book nerd and this was from a Batman movie. I will be your Catwoman come and catch me.<br />
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5.Underneath it All- No Doubt<br />
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Strip it all down and will you still love me<br />
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6.Lets Get It On- Marvin Gaye<br />
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Ok this is more of a lust song, but it works for me.<br />
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7. Maybe I'm Amazed- Paul Mcartney<br />
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Another one that makes me want to believe<br />
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8. Every Little Thing She does is Magic-The Police<br />
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I will be your Magic Sting.<br />
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9. Unchained Melody- Righteous Brothers<br />
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Pottery class anyone?<br />
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10. I Don't Wanna Miss A Thing- Aerosmith<br />
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I had a guy sing this to me once. He was cheating on me. Great song though.<br />
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11. I'll Stand By You- The Pretenders<br />
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This was my song to a guy I loved. Yeah I did stand by him until he started acting like a jerk.<br />
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12. I'll Be There For You- Bon Jovi<br />
With or without the rest of the band Jon has a way of singing love songs that makes me cry.<br />
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13. Girl- The Beatles<br />
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Its The Beatles and its sweet.<br />
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14. Never Tear Up Apart- INXS<br />
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I loved this song when i was young.<br />
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15. Alone-Heart<br />
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Oh My Goddess! They are Goddesses and who has not wanted to be alone with that one that makes your heart beat like a drum.<br />
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16. Always On My Mind- Micheal Buble<br />
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OK I know I should like the older version, but I actually hate the older ones. This one makes me feel something though.<br />
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17. Truly, Madly, Deeply- Savage Garden<br />
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Oh this song!<br />
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18. Fly Me To The Moon- Frank Sinatra<br />
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Once again I swoon.<br />
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19. To Be With You- Mr. Big<br />
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I think this was like the only song I knew by them, but it is so sweet.<br />
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20. I Knew I Loved You- Savage Garden<br />
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These guys knew how to write a Love Song<br />
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21. With or Without You- U2<br />
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Ok I think this song might be more like a suicide note.<br />
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22. Moon River- Any version I have ever heard!<br />
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Love this song so much! Ala Breakfast at Tiffany's<br />
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23. Can't Get Enough of Your Love Baby- Barry White<br />
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The music that makes your clothes drop off your body<br />
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24. Killing Me Softly- Roberta Flack<br />
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Ohhhhhhh this song is just so beautiful<br />
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25. Are You Lonesome Tonight- Elvis Presley<br />
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No way I was not going to throw some of The King in here.<br />
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26. In My Life- The Beatles<br />
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Beautiful<br />
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27. (You Make Me Feel Like) A Natural Woman- Aretha Franklin<br />
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Damn Aretha I wish I met a man who did this and actually stuck around.<br />
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28. Babe- Styx<br />
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Do not make fun of me!<br />
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29.Can't Help Falling In Love - Elvis Presley<br />
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Another one<br />
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30. Just Died In Your Arms Tonight- Cutting Crew<br />
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This song was just OMG!<br />
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31. Have You Ever Really Loved A Woman- Bryan Adams<br />
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Bryan Adams is another one that knows how to sing a love song.<br />
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32. Wild Horses- Rolling Stones<br />
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So is this a love song or a threat?<br />
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33. Open Arms- Journey<br />
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Where are you Mr. Open Arms?<br />
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34. Patience- Guns N Roses<br />
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I do not have any left!<br />
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35. Please Forgive Me- Bryan Adams<br />
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I think every man should memorize this song for when he screws up.<br />
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36. Always- Bon Jovi<br />
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Forever and Always even though you left me. <br />
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37. One- U2<br />
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Technically not a love song but oh well<br />
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38. Faithfully- Journey<br />
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I know I know its so sappy<br />
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39. Love of a Lifetime- Firehouse<br />
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Yeah one from the days I dated guys with big hair.<br />
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40. Bed of Roses- Bon Jovi<br />
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I am telling you this guy does the romance<br />
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41. Punk Rock Girl- The Dead Milkmen<br />
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Punk has love songs toooooooo!<br />
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42. Your name is Tattooed on My Heart- Screeching Weasel<br />
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Awwwwwwwwwww!<br />
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43. Come Away With Me- Norah Jones<br />
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A Man who plays this while I sit in a bubble bath will get my heart<br />
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44. If I died In Your Arms- Devil Doll<br />
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You really should listen to this it is an amazing song.<br />
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45. Lovesong- Adele<br />
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Yeah<br />
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46. Stay By My Side- Fiddlers Green<br />
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Speed Folk is my favorite and this song is just gorgeous.<br />
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47. Thank You For Loving Me- Jon Bon Jovi<br />
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I know I know<br />
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48. The Only Exception- Paramore<br />
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The man who I finally settle down for.<br />
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49. Everytime- Britney Spears<br />
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Yeah I usually am not so crazy about her but this song is amazing.<br />
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50. Falling Slowly- Any version I have heard<br />
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Great song<br />
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So there you have it. If by chance you have not heard some of these songs i suggest looking them up on YouTube and having a look and a listen. You might be pleasantly surprised and find a new love song for Valentines Day. Have a favorite love song I did not post?<br />
<br />badbadkittyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07900149257212537997noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2040654401682769210.post-41664753173914692102013-02-02T05:53:00.001-08:002013-02-14T10:11:30.052-08:00those passing byThere are some days I wonder about the poor people who overhear conversations I have with my friends when we are out. Last night we went from housewives to what is better for spankings a switch or a paddle. This is my world your welcome to jump in and enjoy the ride at any time. The name of the ride is CRAZEEEEEEEEE!!!!!!badbadkittyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07900149257212537997noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2040654401682769210.post-15593638674796702972013-01-30T11:07:00.001-08:002013-02-14T10:12:32.044-08:00Judgement MomsRecently I thought I might be pregnant because sometimes when it comes to sex and men I become an idiot. That is Ok I accept this about myself and its all good. Anyways during this time I thought about if I managed to get through a whole pregnancy ( I tend to miscarry) how would I manage. These thoughts were the normal ones of finances and would the Father actually help me etc...<br />
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Than another thought occurred the one that truly horrified me!<br />
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JUDGEMENT!!!<br />
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The judgement of pretentious parents in the town I live in. You know the types I am a better Mother than thou. I meet them all the time. I cannot stand these Moms who go about flaunting how all their food and clothing and even their diapers are organic. How they only carry their children about in cloth Papooses, and they would never put their child in a baby swing while doing household chores.<br />
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My beautiful daughter did not get all organic food in fact i used the jarred stuff and she loved it. I use disposable diapers and I loved them! We had a front carry on for her that clipped off to become a baby seat which was awesome for walks in the mall when we stopped and had dinner. The best thing of all was that baby swing and Blues Clues on the TV so I could get the cleaning done and make dinner. I like the way my daughter turned out fine thank you!<br />
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I can see me now trying to do all of this around here. I would be shunned by quite a few other Mothers. Hell I already have been. I am not saying that organic noms and fancy green baby stuff is not awesome. What I am saying is we all parent differently and it does not make us bad Mothers when we say the hell with it and use a cheaper or easier way of doing things.<br />
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Another year gone by and I am not sure what to say about it. I mean was it a
good year or a bad year? I would say it was better than some, but like most
years it had its up and downs just like life does. A lot of small dating
experiences where I started to wonder if bad sex and flings were just my life
now. I did not want to think that despite my belief that
there is nothing wrong with sex and flings deep down I wanted a bit more. I am
far more of a romantic than I claim to be. With that being said I do not
like cheesy romance either that is constantly making you sick. I think the
reason that kind of constant lovey <span style="background-attachment: scroll; background-position-x: 0%; background-position-y: 0%; background-repeat: repeat;"><span style="background: yellow;">doveyness</span></span>
makes us feel like puking out a whole bottle of Merlot along with the remnants
of our dinner is because its not real. I will get back to that in another
post.<br />
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Anyways romance seemed to not be for me and I tried my best to accept that.
I got my diploma and rambled on through my life. Than I met bearded dickhead whom we shall call <span style="background-attachment: scroll; background-position-x: 0%; background-position-y: 0%; background-repeat: repeat;"><span style="background: yellow;">BD</span></span>. <span style="background-attachment: scroll; background-position-x: 0%; background-position-y: 0%; background-repeat: repeat;"><span style="background: yellow;">BD</span></span>
seemed like a decent guy at first. He after all seemed more interested in me
than just an overnight fling. He had a steady job, a daughter the same age as
mine. We had a lot in common like Doctor Who and other sci- <span style="background-attachment: scroll; background-position-x: 0%; background-position-y: 0%; background-repeat: repeat;"><span style="background: yellow;">fi</span></span> and fantasy interests. He
took an interest in certain things I liked in the bedroom. Hurrah! So maybe I
was not that attracted to him on a physical level but I decided that would be
shallow to choose people in that manner. I felt I had grown out of the need to
have them look a certain way to make me happy. I think I was so busy feeling
good about myself for going out with someone that was not my style physically I
missed the fact that he was a jerk. He constantly had a reason to not come and
see me and I tried to be understanding because his excuses were about the ex
wife and what a fright she was and how she never came to get her daughter when
she was supposed to. Well I knew all about that sort of stuff due to my own ex husband so I
waited it out.. Well <span style="background-attachment: scroll; background-position-x: 0%; background-position-y: 0%; background-repeat: repeat;"><span style="background: yellow;">BD</span></span>
finally did come see me and most of the time he talked about his ex wife and
his Mother and how horrible they were , but in reality they did not seem so
horrible to me. They seemed like strong women who just chose different things
in life than maybe he thought they should. I still ignored this and had some
really great sex. So of course I tried to stick with him. He did not want to
stick with me though because I asked questions and I did not agree with him on
many things and this just made him angry. We both decided we would be better
off just being <span style="background-attachment: scroll; background-position-x: 0%; background-position-y: 0%; background-repeat: repeat;"><span style="background: yellow;">FWB</span></span>
(friends with benefits). After our last encounter though I realized the
man is just a dickhead and he always would be a dickhead. So I moved on and he
did as well. I never heard from him again and I was might fine alrighty with that.<br />
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Than came K. He had already started messaging me before I was even done with
dickhead. He was persistent, and sweet, and romantic. We had everything in
common from Horror movies to the food we enjoyed. He kept saying how perfect we
were for each other and I totally fell for it all the way down the well. We
talked long into the night about every subject we could think of, and when he
asked me things that might have made me run from others I actually started to
rethink who I really was. He made me realize so many things about myself. Also
we both are afraid of giraffes! How many people will you find afraid if
giraffes? So anyways on we went and he also never seemed to have any time
for me. Except for conversations and I forgave him all of it because I had
already fallen. He called me his love every time we spoke he talked about
having this future together that I had never really wanted suddenly the idea of
taking care of his three children and moving in with him seemed like a good
thing. I was willing to rearrange my life to be with him. He talked of moving
into my town and making a life together. All to good to be true you say? <span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>He vanished from my life as though I was
never of any importance. We had no argument, and nothing had been said to cause
an upset at all. In fact he had vowed his love for me and I did for him.
Than poof he was gone! He broke my heart, and he also messed with my
head. No I do not want him back, because I could never trust him again. I
would like an explanation just because well I am a cat and my curiosity beats
out my need to stay away for the most part. So yeah I would like to know what
the hell was that all about.<br />
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He did make me realize that i do want a relationship of some sort and not just flings though. Moving in with someone no I do not really want that right now. I am kind of used to doing things my own way. On occasion though I would like someone around to change a lightbulb I cannot reach and snuggle into bed with. That would be nice.<br />
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Now its 2013 and I met someone else at the end of 2012 we shall call him Sir
Blue Eyes. He seems pretty awesome although we always seem to be on the
opposite of the same coin but we converse about it instead of getting mad. He
works hard and he can cook! He loves his family, which I think can be a good
thing because it means if things go well and we become more serious someday he will love me and care
for me the way he does with them. I just need him to do something for me.
Have some patience I have been through a lot not even counting the losers I
dated in 2012. I got some trust issues and I am trying my best but I need some
reassurance every now and than. I hope that is not too much to ask.<br />
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So romance in 2012 not so great, but I always have hope. Just like
Charlotte in Sex and the City I always have hope for the real thing. I just try
to hide it and act all tough cause I am a cancer and that is what crabs do we
hide in our shells and scuttle about when what we really want is to take care
of those around us if they will just look at us with adoring eyes and give us
kisses on our foreheads till we fall asleep in each others arms.<br />
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Eh what a bunch of romantic crap. :)<br />
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So lately I have been having the pity party vibe going on in
my head.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Woe is me and all that.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Why you ask? Well because my latest
relationship fell through in a very odd way (for another post), and finances
are a mess due to the mistake of another (also for another post).<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>So I have spent most of my time whining to
some of my friends, and the rest of the time whining to myself.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Yes everyone deserves their whine in the
sun….wait or is that wine in the moonlight?<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">
</span>Hmmmmmm….well the point is we all need to have some time to heal, and I
do have a lot of past where I have needed to heal. I guess that is the thing I
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Than again wouldn’t it be nice for everything to be perfect
in my life. HAHAHA! The grass is always greener is it not? I am always looking
at the lives I would like to have (also for another post), and never just being
happy with the life that has been given to me. I could say, “What is there to
be happy about?” and I would have to answer, “I am not a starving child in
Africa.” The fact is unless you are a child starving in Africa your pretty much
doing OK. </div>
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Always look on the bright side of life. We like to stick out
our tongue at that cliché and tell it go where the sun does not shine. The
truth is we need some of these clichés to keep us on track and living out lives
in a manner of hope, and appreciation.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">
</span>I do after all have things to be thankful for. I have my daughter, a
place to live (amazingly), my crazy pets, my crazier friends, and a pair of
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So this all being said I am going to give a little to charity
this holiday season. I may not have much but there is always someone worse off.
So make sure to give someone else a bit of hope this year, and if possible
remember to do such things all year long from time to time. </div>
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<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>The grass really is
not any greener for anyone else, and in fact they got their own problems. We
all need to get more fertilizer.</div>
badbadkittyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07900149257212537997noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2040654401682769210.post-31723855389836106122012-10-15T16:37:00.000-07:002013-02-14T10:14:23.969-08:00Pumpkin Shells and Cheese<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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In this area I am kind of known for my Smoky Mac and Cheese, but tonight I wanted to add Pumpkin to the mix and make a few other changes. I really am in the mood for comfort food lately as I have been in a funk, and i am sure all the fat and calories in this will make me feel funkier in the end. Oh but the yumminess of eating it!<br />
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Pumpkin Shells and Cheese<br />
16 oz box of Shells Pasta <br />
1 can Campbells Cheddar Cheese Soup<br />
1 cup canned or fresh cooked pumpkin<br />
2 cups half and half<br />
4 to 5 oz. Colby Jack Cheese shredded<br />
1/2 stick of butter<br />
1/2 tsp Garlic Pepper Seasoning<br />
1/2 tsp. grated Nutmeg<br />
Panko Bread crumbs<br />
Paprika<br />
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Cook the Pasta according to box instructions. While Pasta is cooking make the sauce. Add Soup, Pumpkin, half and half,Cheese, butter, garlic pepper seasoning, and nutmeg, and stir over low heat until smooth.<br />
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When Pasta is ready and drained pout into a 13 inch lasagna style dish. Pour the sauce over the pasta. Sprinkle Panko crumbs over it all and than sprinkle Paprika as well.<br />
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Bake in a 375 degree oven for 35 minutes.<br />
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Let it sit for 10 minutes if you can.badbadkittyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07900149257212537997noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2040654401682769210.post-22829974856684172712012-10-04T11:52:00.001-07:002013-02-14T10:14:58.288-08:00Come to me Oil<!--[if gte mso 9]><xml>
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smudging. After the circle has been made I light 2 red candles for passion, and
energy. Than I put all ingredients in a dark bottle in order as above. If I
feel it needs extra of any ingredient I add it. After this is done I shake the
bottle and pass them above the candles. Than I hold the bottle in my hands and
pour all of the red energy I can muster in to it. Which is usually a lot.
Whilst doing this I chant Come to me to raise the energy. When this is done I
place the bottle on my Pentacle disk and wait for the candles to burn out. So
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badbadkittyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07900149257212537997noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2040654401682769210.post-34137837009411570722012-10-02T07:05:00.000-07:002013-02-14T10:15:38.015-08:00I am a Piece of ArtSo for the past week I have been stressed to the maximum, and for something I probably should not have been. Which is usually the straight up facts. Why stress over something we cannot control? We all do it at some point though don't we? So in my stressed out wanting to control a situation craziness I kept asking quite a few people for advice.<br />
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First I asked the one I thought may have been through some of the same crap, and got some decent advice. Second I simply bitched about it to girlfriends and got different reactions most was just a shrug, and others were more aggressive, and they were all fine and good. Than I asked someone I thought would see it from another side, and got the just wait it out advice. Last of all I talked to an ex-boyfriend late at night (really it was early morning.), and I told him my whole story from start to finish. From him was probably the best advice of all.<br />
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So here it is, and I quote (yes I actually wrote down what he said.) " Since when do you give a fuck what anyone else thinks or has to say about anything? I am going to give you the same advice that long ago you gave me before we ever dated. Follow your heart and no matter where it leads you at least you know it was real for you."<br />
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Wow I was a bit startled and surprised because i actually did say something like that to him when he was falling for this wretched girl that yes broke his heart.<br />
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So of course my reply was "but you got your heart broken?"<br />
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" Ah Cher(spelling may be incorrect and yes this is my Cajun ex boyfriend so sometimes I have trouble understanding him, or just do not know how to spell it.) we all need to get our heart broken and sometimes even with the people we love. Love is not meant to be all happiness all the time. You talk to a couple that has been together twenty years and you can be sure they have broken each others hearts at some point in their relationship. Life is not all about the good times its about overcoming the hard times, and if you feel in your heart that you need to see something through than that is your choice as it should be. You might get hurt and you may even be crying tears, but I know you, and you need a good cry now and than so you can pick yourself back up and sort it out. Anyone who tells you that their is no pain in love has not truly lived life, and what would this world be if there was never any sadness or pain? We would be living in a very ugly world. "<br />
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Now I am sure plenty of people would disagree with this. It however opened my eyes as to who I am for a moment. Out of every painful thing that has happened to me out of it came something far better. This comes from a guy that I treated pretty bad. Which honestly i am kind of known for being a bit of a bitch while in a relationship. Just ask my ex-husband, or really any of my more major boyfriends. Some of those guys were abusive and some of them were not, but I was so used to being abused I automatically was the bitch. This way I made myself believe I was not going to get hurt, and I felt like I had some control over my situation even when i did not..<br />
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The last major relationship with a man was so horrifying to me that i went into some serious therapy. I always thought myself a trusting person, but I never really was. Always waiting for them to screw me over, because it is what I expected. I have come to realize I want to trust someone. I want to give someone a chance. I want to let them break down my walls, and I know i might get hurt in the process. Hell I might not even make it to the process. At least i will know I put myself out there and tried. I might end up in a whole lot of hurt, or I might end up with something amazing.<br />
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Either way out of it will come art, and even the ugliest piece of art is beautiful to someone. Never regret what you have done or the choices you have made, because from it comes who you are, and you are a piece of art.badbadkittyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07900149257212537997noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2040654401682769210.post-12232730319328625042012-07-06T11:29:00.001-07:002013-02-14T10:16:06.334-08:00A Great Love that became a Great TragedySo many people do not understand what I have been through with my great love. They just make assumptions and judgements etc..... What i went through is not the classic or even normal domestic violence situation there was a little more to it than the classic manipulation and brainwashing. I have been through that when I was much younger and I know how it is, and i do my best to help other women who have been through domestic violence, rape, etc... Anyways here is the story of my Great Love.<br />
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I met him at a Halloween party which I was supposed to go to with another guy. We will call him Satan. Anyways Satan got called into work , and I asked my friend T for a ride. He said no problem he just had to pick up some other people first. Now T and his bf had been trying to set me up with a guy for a while and I was ignoring their efforts, because after all I was dating other people and enjoying myself being single. So anyways T picked me up and I got in the back of the car and sat next to GL (my great love), and from than on he followed me around at the party the whole night.<br />
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I found him to be pretty sexy despite him being on the short side. He had big blue eyes with long eyelashes, shaved head, tattoos all over, and yet he was so eager like a puppy dog. I found him sweet. He never left my side the whole night, and we slept next to each other that night on my friends pull out sofa. <br />
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The next morning he asked if I would come to his place and meet his cat. Since we both loved animals and cats especially. I agreed and after going home and showering, and wearing normal clothes I went to his place. He lived in a boarding house and had a small room near the kitchen and bathroom. He had a small fridge as well in his room along with a bed and sofa. His cat by the way disliked me. We watched a movie together on the couch and soon were busy doing other things. We had a great time, and after he walked me home. <br />
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Now i thought this was going to be a fling, but GL had other plans. He immediately started calling me his girlfriend and at first I was a bit creeped out, but he was not coming off creepy as much as just happy to oblige me. So after he talked about all the things we would do I thought this might not be so bad. This was our beginning , and for years we dated and were very happy with of course the usual amount of arguments in a relationship. Sometimes they were rough but that is the way it goes. Never was he abusive or cruel, or did I ever think he would hurt me.<br />
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Now that was so many years ago. It has been 2 years since I broke things off with him because of his constant drinking, too many prescription medications, and somewhat abusive behavior. Things had become bad and I needed a break from all of it. I told him he needed to get himself together, and take care of himself on his own. He was extremely unhappy with our break up and became very introverted to the point he hardly ever left his room. I was so busy trying to get my own personal self together I did not notice how bad it had become until the day he had a Psychotic break.<br />
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That is when I was truly for the first time afraid of him. He walked around the house with a knife and kept saying I broke his things. When nothing of his was broken. He carried on like this even after my daughter came home. So this time the police had to be called and I hid in the closet as they took him out of our home. It took 6 police officers to carry him out , and the whole time he was screaming. I was traumatized, and went into a total manic mode. I was like this for a long time, and was not quite sure what i was even doing with myself. I did get a restraining order, and suddenly I was going out and doing more than I had in years. The problem it was not really the things i needed to be doing.<br />
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When he got out he eventually came to me and well I am not going to go in to a lot of detail on this but at first he seemed alright but than I ended up finding out he was worse than before. He did not even seem to remember us breaking up at all. He did not seem to understand that he was hurting me. He was incredibly confused and it was just a big mess .Soon the police were called again and this time the charges were more severe. <br />
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This was my Great love. I had spent years very happy with him, but due to Doctors who kept giving more and more medications and not paying attention to how he was reacting to them, and drinking along with it. He just became someone else completely. The fact of the matter is I am still in love with the guy from before all that.. The one who was always eager to please me and would rub my feet and treat me like a Goddess. The guy who loved his cat to the point of spoilage. The guy who thought i was the best cook in the world and ate what I made with appreciation. The one who just loved kissing me over and over. This is not to say he did not have flaws before as well. We all do. I will miss that guy probably til the day I die. He is not there anymore. His body is there but someone else resides in it. I would like to think that the justice system would help him get proper care, but so far I have just seen them throw him in jail and forget about him. I wonder how many people are in jail that really just need mental health.<br />
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I spent a whole year after all of this being extremely angry myself and thinking he deserved the worst, but now I wonder if maybe that was my own mental instability talking after all that trauma. He needs help, and I hope someday he gets the help he really needs. I myself will keep grieving for that man I met at a Halloween party that followed me around with his big blue eyes. <br />
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<br />badbadkittyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07900149257212537997noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2040654401682769210.post-64001618958053542042012-06-26T23:03:00.000-07:002013-02-14T10:17:10.751-08:00ControlTonight I am going to write about some things that have happened that just
brought back old cobwebs in my head, or the things I thought should be
covered in them by now.<br />
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I went to take a shower and scrubbed my body over and over. I wanted
to get rid of something I did. Like I could scrub it off my body, and than
everything would be all-better. Memories are not dirt though you cannot scrub
them away, and I have tried. PTSD can be triggered by a memory, and suddenly
you feel like you’re out of your mind. You feel like running, and running until
you meet water and jump in. You just want it to go away and never come
back.<br />
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This winter I was able to go pick up some things from the police station. I
only picked up my camera. The officer had a list and I had to initial on each
item that I did not want it. Some of the things were not even mine. Some of
those things belonged to him. I still remember all the little paper bags
lined up in my hallway each one numbered just like they were on that list. They
numbered my trauma and categorized it like they were library books or a CD
collection. I remember the plastic light blue gloves on the Police officer as
he lined up those paper bags, and made his list on his clipboard.<br />
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I was asked if I wanted my sheets back. Seriously? I would never sleep soundly on those sheets again. I
could barely sleep on that old thin mattress for a while. Obviously my insomnia
problems are still with me. How do you sleep when each memory triggers another
of a different time, and a different place where something happened that never should?
I could of burned those sheets, but I signed off on them staying there. I
suppose they would throw them out. <br />
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I look at the sheets on my bed now. I think I hate these sheets as
well. Just a reminder of my own foolish thoughts. Just a reminder of me being
too trusting. I wonder when I put myself in someone else’s hands and its a
mistake what does that mean? Am I the fool for trusting again, or am I just a
strong enough person to not let the past keep me from trusting? I do not
know the answer really. I would like to think I am the strong one. I would like
to think a lot of things about myself though.<br />
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I have always been different, and I have always been judged and
misunderstood. I am good with that. I can live with that. No one wants to face
the truth of who I am, because than they would have to face a reality that
anyone can be abused, and anyone can be raped. So much easier to think
its my fault and leave me alone with my pain.<br />
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Now I am going to change the subject for a bit, and talk about how I am
different. I have always been a bit of a kinky girl. When I was a kid I tied up
my Barbie’s and made Ken spank them. Nobody seemed to notice that. I always
loved tying things up, and when I got breasts well I thought they were awesome!
I liked tying them up too. Just in my room when no one was looking cause
somehow despite never being given proper talks about sex I knew it was taboo,
and I would get in trouble. I did all this stuff anyways. I grew up and eventually
would become part of the BDSM scene and often would be considered a Switch. A
switch is someone who might like to be the top or the bottom. Later I found I
preferred being the bottom. I liked the control of it. Now you might think that
strange that even to this day I think you have more control as a bottom, but
you really do. When you’re the bottom or the sub (as some might say as well.)
you get to choose who you give yourself to and you can make it stop with a
word. Your giving that person your trust and letting them take the reins but
you can take it away as well. The top just gets to do what you want them to
anyways its not real control. Maybe that is why I still like it after all
I have been through.<br />
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Now back to what I was saying before about memories bringing up more
memories. I can go all the ways back to being in high school and these two boys
on the bus and myself were the only ones left. They usually just left me alone,
but this particular time one of them slid next to me and slid his hand up my
skirt, and I froze. The other boy sat on his knees in the seat in front of me
and faced me. He just watched. While the other one shoved his grubby hands
under my panties. He just watched it happen, and I just looked out the window
and tried not to think about it. They were in control. I never said yes, and I
suppose they would say I never said no.<br />
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One of my first major boyfriends was this bad boy with long dark hair and a
coke problem. He said he loved me so much that if I left him he would kill my
friends. He would hurt them. He had some issues. Some things happened between him
and me I cannot speak of due to my family. Things that link him and I forever
and ever. One time when he was tweaking away he asked me to go pick up his
stash and said the money had been taken care of so I went to go get it for him.
He did not tell me how he paid for it, because I was the payment. I am not
going to talk about what happened but the best friend I ever had came and got
me when he found out. The one I let get away.<br />
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Years passed I dated some great guys and some really abusive guys. I did a
lot of dumb things. I am going to skip over some of the abuse its not that it
did not mean anything its just not part of this story. I got married and
it did not work out. I than dated one of my great loves. During that time we
had some spats. Once after a really bad fight I went to the movies at night by
myself. I walked there, and I remember I was wearing my faux red leather jacket
I just bought. I had not any money for a long time, and recently had more and
was so happy to get something nice for myself. I saw "Memories of a
Geisha" which in a way was ironic I suppose. I walked home and was
raped on the ground. I took a short cut. I barely saw him cause it was dark but
he wore a big cowboy hat and I stared at it the whole time. That is what I do.
I find something to stare at. I never saw that jacket again cause he took
it, and the police found it and kept it for evidence. I never picked it up.<br />
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Now comes the story of that great love of mine. He made me very happy for a
few years, and than he started drinking again, and little moments of memory
seemed to be slipping his mind, which just made him angry. I was losing him,
and in his place was someone else. I broke it off with him after he ended up in
the hospital one night claiming to be suicidal. A good friend of mine had
a fight with me in the hallway of Brattleboro Memorial she screamed at the
nurse not to let him go home with me. That he would end up killing me if I stayed
with him. I was so upset at that argument that I told him to move into the
extra room. A few months later he walked around my house with a knife saying
all sorts of crazy things. The police came, and I hid in the closet while he
fought with them. What happened to the one I loved? Where did he go?<br />
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The man he became found me again a few months later and he would not let me
leave the house, and it was complicated and the Reformer (the local paper here)
got the story all screwed up. He thought we had never broke up. He thought we
could play those kinky games and he never saw me cry. He could not see. He
never heard me tell him to leave. He could not hear. He needed help. The
police came and they lined up all those little paper bags in my hallway.<br />
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I have dated since than and never found anyone much to my fancy. I slept
with a few but I did not give them that control. That was for me to give
someone. That was my prize to give away. Recently I gave it away. He did not
know how actually hard it was for me to do it or how scared I really was to do
it. I put my trust in the wrong man and I feel dirty. Not that good kind of
dirty, but more of a why did I give it away when it was mine. I could have just
had normal sex or just a normal date, but something about him made me trust
him. Something said he would never ever abuse that control. I do not think he
meant to. That does not change how I feel right now though. It does not make it
easier for me to sleep. I want it back. I want to turn back the clock and have
never given it away. <br />
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I want my control back.<br />
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When I was younger and first began my journey with the craft
I was taught by my beloved Ezzie that meant exactly what it says. You must have
absolute love and trust for your sisters in the craft, and if you do not than
you are with the wrong circle.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I have
been put in this position twice now in my life.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>The first time I was fine with it as I was not the only one to
leave that coven, and in truth I was better for it. It was time for me to go
out on my own. The second time was recently, and it was no coven but it still
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I will not be in circle with anyone I cannot love and trust.
I have done it on occasion and I usually end up in a very bad state. A place no
one wants to be in I assure you. I do not know if I will ever have a place with
these women again, but I know I cannot have a place with the one woman who I
cannot trust. This is not a simple catty fight and silliness. I am well known
by those who have known me long to be a woman of forgiveness, and have many
friends that I have fought with on many occasion.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>This goes deeper than that.</div>
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I was in the presence of someone who manipulated me at my
weakest moments at a point in my life where everything had changed so much that
I was incredibly vulnerable. Someone who I thought needed my help as well, and
I often tried to do everything I could including ending up paying off a 200-dollar
ticket so her child could have medicine. I brought her food when she was low,
and stood by her when she said she needed someone there. She herself was always
at my side almost constantly as well, and if I had known that her friendship
was not genuine I would have ended it before things got so far out of hand. I
will not give any more details except she lied, and caused problems in my life
in almost every area. My romantic life, my social life, my witchy friends life,
and even the worst offense was my situation in court with my abuser which
caused problems in the court, but it was overcome for the most part. </div>
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This is someone I cannot be in Perfect Love and Perfect
Trust with. I cannot do magick's with someone who has caused this much discord
for me and why on earth would anyone mesh his or her energy with something like
that. I would certainly never advise anyone I ever taught to do so, and in fact
any one of my past students would say I have told them the opposite.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Your not finding the circle you joined to be
comfortable than you get out and find one where you are. It is better to be
solitary than to try and do magick when your mental, physical, or aura is in
trouble. </div>
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Now I am not talking about public rituals, which you may not
know everyone and obviously you do not have a personal relationship with. Than
again all your shields should be well up in these situations.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I myself was foolish enough to go to a
public ritual not too long ago when I was not well enough emotionally to be
there. I was not prepared and ended up in a bad way. We all make mistakes no
matter how experienced we are. Sometimes we just do not have our cloak on
straight and our pointed hat is askew. </div>
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So now all that is said and I am happy to say the Goddess
recently sent someone back my way. Someone who was once my student and now is a
full fledged witch, and also in need of reaching back out. Magick is afoot
ladies and gents, and yes the Goddess is well alive and looking after all of us
who ask of her, and also those of us who use our power where and when it should
be used.</div>
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Blessed Be in Perfect Love and Perfect Trust. What does it
mean to you? Would you do magick with those who you did not?</div>
badbadkittyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07900149257212537997noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2040654401682769210.post-70209861588431751562012-01-14T09:44:00.000-08:002012-01-14T10:10:02.675-08:00Freyja and Pinterest<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh6vzQjtZtITaOmTPu2Q827lGNwYs-cFuMDU-u47tZj2t8AEEryvM9uiGKOlaKKyLe9TmsdDMnol2fNTOE9KaqT4TyQbZ6A12gS6kGlA0OuTM7cBBG6sKMbfdVVI0eu-mnOcM0km63gPys/s1600/2011+12+26+004.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 180px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh6vzQjtZtITaOmTPu2Q827lGNwYs-cFuMDU-u47tZj2t8AEEryvM9uiGKOlaKKyLe9TmsdDMnol2fNTOE9KaqT4TyQbZ6A12gS6kGlA0OuTM7cBBG6sKMbfdVVI0eu-mnOcM0km63gPys/s320/2011+12+26+004.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5697550665313754322" border="0" /></a><br /><br />For weeks now I have heard the call of the Goddess Freyja. Seeing her image in many different places and just feeling that strong pull to work with her. SO last night on Friday the 13th I did just that, and had a lovely ritual and felt so empowered afterwards it was a great feeling.<br /><br /><br />I used the oils I bought from a shop on Etsy as well called <a href="http://www.etsy.com/shop/ArtisanWitchcrafts">Artisan Witchcrafts</a> . You should check them out! I had bought a black cat oil, and a spiced rose oil both very nice oils.<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjpvdBMUjZzpJ1vb4YYkFNCHciJsQXSwcuZhgOA38fYqD2F_ZjcHcq3mFAI44nSGvz-4AhqhjrMHAFGOjj5vUffh49MDHHedf5Q-QvmOIOX_st6Yh4b0UBrJA8BLw-QCNelut7NwsBGh9M/s1600/2011+12+26+003.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 180px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjpvdBMUjZzpJ1vb4YYkFNCHciJsQXSwcuZhgOA38fYqD2F_ZjcHcq3mFAI44nSGvz-4AhqhjrMHAFGOjj5vUffh49MDHHedf5Q-QvmOIOX_st6Yh4b0UBrJA8BLw-QCNelut7NwsBGh9M/s320/2011+12+26+003.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5697551121933142594" border="0" /></a><br />I used them during ritual because Freyja is a Goddess of love and lust (rose oil), and also likes cats (black cat oil) even though from what I have read she prefers gray cats I am sure she likes them all. I mean who does not like cats? Mean people do not like cats. Well that is just one of my opinions. Although if you’re allergic I will let it slide.<br /><br />So the ritual included these oils, Green tea w/cranberry, an Apple (honeycrisp), a small cat statue, and a few other things having to do with a spell. I also had a prayer to Freyja I read out loud as well. All in all it was a great ritual and I now plan to make an altar for her as soon as possible.<br /><br />Than last night after all of this I was introduced to the website Pinterest! This is an awesome website and as my friend Wendi said "I went from Facebook cocaine to Pinterest crack! What have you done?” Its true Pinterest is highly addicting but so awesome. A great way to express things you like and enjoy and share with others. If you have not joined you really should find someone who can invite you.<br /><br />So that was my Friday the 13th. How was yours?badbadkittyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07900149257212537997noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2040654401682769210.post-43446863460231556732012-01-09T18:30:00.000-08:002012-01-09T19:14:24.621-08:00Moon in Cancer<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgIkDKT1MIYrMSUDjIwniBvmCCIknT5dU90yivOLsjaU3iB18DAa54kgBwshrFHNoeqpDn3IYkDARN9iun6KsK_S6qBPypjH_eonrE4tzacrh-8Y0TCau0hkqfFPOm9Ld6FIBfGoBSncrs/s1600/2011+12+26+001.jpg"><img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 180px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgIkDKT1MIYrMSUDjIwniBvmCCIknT5dU90yivOLsjaU3iB18DAa54kgBwshrFHNoeqpDn3IYkDARN9iun6KsK_S6qBPypjH_eonrE4tzacrh-8Y0TCau0hkqfFPOm9Ld6FIBfGoBSncrs/s320/2011+12+26+001.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5695836286544623202" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br />The Moon became full at 2:30 am this morning while most of us were trying to sleep. I certainly was not as I tossed and turned with my fabulous PTSD symptoms in tow. Yes it was a long night filled with emotions and a lot of guilt.<br /><br />Yes Guilt!<br /><br />Why?<br /><br />Well I am still thinking deep down maybe if I had been a better girlfriend he would not have become abusive. Maybe if I tried harder to have kept him from drinking. My head keeps telling me its all crazy and these were his choices and it was not my fault. This does not keep me from having these feelings though. Thank the Goddess for a good therapist. She helped me see this is normal and it too shall pass.<br /><br />So after my fabulous therapy I wanted to go pick up my new phone, which just caused a whole new rush of emotions mostly frustration and anger. I had to go try to pick up my new phone three times before I finally got a nice person who actually handed me my new phone. Of course now I was late for an appointment. So running around I did spend the day like the chicken with her head cut off. I was still pretty much Okay with that.<br /><br />Than of course information was given to me about a past friend, lover, whatever you want to call him. Still spending time making up really stupid stuff about me. Seriously? What the hell is wrong with that guy that he needs to think or have others think I am stalking him. The question is why are you spending time talking about me. Am I right? Well after going into an emotional uproar and than spouting my anger out on Facebook. I realized what kind of friend tells me this stuff when they did not even defend me? I have always defended my friends and if I did not want to get into the middle of it. I would just say hey we are not discussing this! This topic is not in the grab bag of our day! Alrighty!<br /><br />I also realized I still have a lot of emotional junk running around inside of me. Maybe I should use this Full Moon in Cancer to get some of it out. A good cleansing ritual was due.<br /><br />So after gathering some supplies including my Starfish and shells I had myself a little cleansing full Moon ritual.<br /><br />I started off with a shower and while using my lemon bar of soap (lemon is great for purification) I envisioned myself in white light glowing all over and around my body. Than wrapped myself up in a towel and came to the altar Skyclad. Sometimes it just feels right.<br /><br />I than cleansed myself using all the elements and the Moon herself.<br /><br />Moon- I used a selenite wand and rubbed it all over my body while seeing the moons full glow all around me moving all those negative thoughts and energies out.<br /><br />Earth- I pinched a bit of salt all around me.<br /><br />Air- I lighted my moon Incense and than my Mugwort and Sage wand and cleansed my body in the smoke.<br /><br />Fire- I lit my Einganna Dragon candle and the 2 silver ball candles. I asked Einganna (which is my protection Dragon she hangs out in the hallway sometime I shall show you a picture or maybe right now.) to protect me and help me think happy positive thoughts.<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjYGmx4MBGFj6eye_tPa_td7MSjYOZigLs4T8wuVojwRsO9ghtyPRpEQOCmlZwi53Bm86iqyIB0lh5xNVc9ypQMbnC9KhZ3bHa2A_fPauR15S6KgxkppkL4LbLV573YioZ9dKmYh5hYEr8/s1600/2011+12+26+005.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 180px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjYGmx4MBGFj6eye_tPa_td7MSjYOZigLs4T8wuVojwRsO9ghtyPRpEQOCmlZwi53Bm86iqyIB0lh5xNVc9ypQMbnC9KhZ3bHa2A_fPauR15S6KgxkppkL4LbLV573YioZ9dKmYh5hYEr8/s320/2011+12+26+005.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5695835344589867234" /></a><br /><br />Water- I drank some Iced Green tea and thought of a pale green light covering my body in emotional healing.<br /><br />Spirit- I rubbed down my whole body in lotion thinking of my spirit being cleansed of all guilt, frustration, anger, and any other negative thoughts.<br /><br />After all this I thanked all the elements and the Moon.<br /><br />I grounded myself with my Edamame Dip and some tortilla chips. Edamame is great for growth.<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg6Pq-pLXvqOmz5S3IQDeAWZqJ9PzaeJKqorzjq0KYXINQ1k2DUki3DvAsKa4yqmjsHTdEofpwmUugCIBnyYkbz4h3NokLfnEGSL0ffsQN8LoarasQwdmHRT88IR_IY5Ys5KnbreDfIv_8/s1600/2011+12+26+003.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 180px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg6Pq-pLXvqOmz5S3IQDeAWZqJ9PzaeJKqorzjq0KYXINQ1k2DUki3DvAsKa4yqmjsHTdEofpwmUugCIBnyYkbz4h3NokLfnEGSL0ffsQN8LoarasQwdmHRT88IR_IY5Ys5KnbreDfIv_8/s320/2011+12+26+003.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5695835709684937554" /></a><br /><br />I adapted this recipe from another one you can find the original at http://simplyrecipes.com/recipes/edamame_dip/<br /><br />Mine is a bit different.<br /><br /><h2>Edamame Dip Recipe</h2> <div id="recipe-ingredients"> <h3>Ingredients</h3> <ul><li class="ingredient">6 ounces of shelled Edamame frozen<br /></li><li class="ingredient">1/2 cup, packed,spinach leaves<br /></li><li class="ingredient">1/2 cup plain greek yogurt</li><li class="ingredient">1/2 avocado, peeled, pitted, roughly chopped</li><li class="ingredient">1/2 lime juiced<br /></li><li class="ingredient">1-2 garlic cloves crushed<br /></li><li class="ingredient">5 shakes of Tabasco (less or more to taste)</li></ul> </div> I also added a bit of salt as well <div id="recipe-method"> <h3>Method</h3> <p><b>1</b> Bring 1 quarts of water to a boil. Add the shelled edamame. Return to a simmer and cook for 5 minutes, or until cooked through and tender. Drain with cold water.</p> <p><b>2</b> Place drained cooked edamame in a food processor. Pulse several times. Add the spinach. Pulse again. Add the remaining ingredients, and pulse until well puréed. Add salt if needed.<br /></p> <p>Serve with tortilla chips round ones for the Moon!<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEigtiTrm_JcAQtbjBeA_c5il_AGAV9F3OqyrxXWyc0uZP0s6YijuIbXhTDeeyDza4BF8fe94EKEuPEnbgESJzSB52oTQ7cx5TtR-JNPO1zG-4HGtBl4p8hSIQ4MX1CwDlkrnurrUtmj39U/s1600/2011+12+26+004.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 180px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEigtiTrm_JcAQtbjBeA_c5il_AGAV9F3OqyrxXWyc0uZP0s6YijuIbXhTDeeyDza4BF8fe94EKEuPEnbgESJzSB52oTQ7cx5TtR-JNPO1zG-4HGtBl4p8hSIQ4MX1CwDlkrnurrUtmj39U/s320/2011+12+26+004.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5695836000788191474" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /></p> <p><em><br /></em></p> <p><strong>Makes about 1 cup</strong></p><p>I am feeling much better and less angry now.<br /><strong></strong></p><p><strong><br /></strong><span class="yield"></span></p> </div>badbadkittyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07900149257212537997noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2040654401682769210.post-30001808734640117982012-01-03T16:01:00.000-08:002012-01-03T16:28:49.718-08:00So here we are in 2012, and Bye Bye 2011<span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"><span style="font-family: arial;">2012 here I come! This is the Mantra in my head for the past three days. I am looking forward to a year where my life is in a better place and improvements are made as well as less stress. So I push forward and so far feel like yes something amazing is going to happen this year, but its going to be good things. <br /><br />Last year was a bad year not just for me but a lot of people in my community and in my life. I started off with a dear friend passing away and going off to the Summerlands. He will be missed.<br /><br />Than my ex boyfriend who I had been with for 6 years or so got out of prison and I the fool thought I could handle it and I could take care of things. I only ended up in a mess of a situation. Many people will never understand what happened or how I could think that way. No one knows what one will do until the time comes it is a lesson I learned myself. I am a less judgmental person towards those who have been in abusive relationships and been through trauma because of my own situation.<br /><br />Than not long after that I got myself pregnant with twins to make it even more interesting. I could not just do things the normal way. No of course not! Soon after becoming pregnant realized i really had no feeling for the Father in fact maybe I did but not the kind you usually have. To be honest even though I wanted to have more kids I was miserable in my position and was not doing well health wise either. I already had diabetes and chronic leukemia. The Doctors said it was possible but it really did not work out for me. I soon had a miscarriage and out the door the Father went. Apparently we were never even friends.<br /><br />I also during all this realized many friends were not as they seemed and some I had simply outgrown and others were just not good people to begin with. I ignored the signs because i want to see the best in people and I ended up paying quite a bit for making such bad choices and judgment. <br /><br />The next half of the year was dealing with court issues due to my poor decisions, and trying to get an education. I am proud to say I passed my first math class, and now in 2012 have just started the Algebra.<br /><br />I lost 67 lbs. in 2011 but gained back 7 in December. A lot was coming to a head in December and so I let myself go a little. I had the Holidays some financial issues, and the end of the court situations.<br /><br />I will say during all of these bad selections and facing the consequences of them I met some wonderful people who have helped me through, and some others also who stuck by me despite what others have said or tried to make them think of me. How lucky I am to have these people in my life. Friends are a precious commodity and should be treated with loyalty and delicately. Never take your friends for granted!<br /><br />So here we are 2012 I have great plans for you! What are those plans you may ask.... you will see soon enough!<br /></span></span>badbadkittyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07900149257212537997noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2040654401682769210.post-19877837484589571912011-09-05T15:21:00.001-07:002011-09-05T15:26:39.678-07:00Blah blahWhat a boring day. The rain just keeps coming so I spent the day cleaning the bathroom and than did some light reading. Really not much of a productive day at all.
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<br />Not sure I am giving Bianca Kitty a good way of looking at rainy days since she spent it watching Anime and than left to go grocery shopping with a friend. I doubt we will do much tonight either except eat tuna noodle for dinner and than go to bed. Well I will probably stay up and play words with friends because it has become my latest addiction. I so love playing Scrabble.
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<br />In fact this is not a very interesting blog post at all. I did not even bake anything today. Nope...no magic, baking, or interesting poems. Nadda!
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<br />So I leave you with this...I am still looking for a digital camera to make my blog more interesting with pics of the things i make and the places I go. If you know of anyone with a digital camera they do not want please send it my way. As mine was taken from me without any fault of my own.
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<br />Thanks and Blessings,
<br />The Badbad Kitty
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<br />badbadkittyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07900149257212537997noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2040654401682769210.post-70728586768262792912011-08-25T17:09:00.000-07:002011-08-25T17:32:10.981-07:00Well Its been like a year or so<!--[if gte mso 9]><xml> <w:worddocument> <w:view>Normal</w:View> <w:zoom>0</w:Zoom> <w:donotoptimizeforbrowser/> </w:WordDocument> </xml><![endif]--><span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman";mso-ansi-language:EN-US;mso-fareast-language: EN-US;mso-bidi-language:AR-SA">I have not blogged in some time mostly because I no longer have a camera so I felt blogging without pictures was kind of wrong. It’s just not as fun, and who wants to read a blog without a pic or two. Right?
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<br />Well tonight after weighing in I realized maybe I should blog a bit about my weight loss.
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<br />To begin with I have had a hell of a year even going back to last August. I now live alone except of course for my daughter. My financial life has changed extremely. I have court cases going on in my life due to ex-boyfriend, and to my daughter's biological Father. I lost a few people to the other side (meaning they passed on). I also lost 60 lbs. than gained back ten during a short-lived pregnancy (yes I was pregnant and I had a miscarriage), and than lost 15 lbs. after that. I also am going back to school now, working on a novel, and even co-writing a graphic novel with a very talented friend. Oh and let us not forget I found out I have chronic leukemia.
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<br />A lot has happened.
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<br />Now I want to start blogging again as well. I am pretty good writer, but blogging eludes me a bit. Since to me its mostly just writing down what is going on in my life. To me its sort of an online diary you’re going to let the world read. To some that is insanity. To me its therapy. I do not mind people knowing who I am and what I am going through. I do mind being judged by those I thought were good people. Guess its better to know than keep thinking you have a good friend.
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<br />So back to my weight loss. I only lost 1/2 lb. this week. I feel like I have reached a plateau, and that does not make me happy. I think maybe I just did not exercise enough this week though. I got a little lazy the past couple days. Tomorrow I will make sure to get in my walk and a Wii fitness session.
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<br />Sorry I have no photos. If anyone would like to send me a used digital camera I would be happy to pay for shipping. I think I shall post on freecycle I am looking for one. Maybe I will get lucky.
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<br />Thanks for reading!</span>badbadkittyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07900149257212537997noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2040654401682769210.post-89063987826180726732010-08-29T10:33:00.000-07:002010-08-29T10:50:37.301-07:00Weekend of Mother part 2<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiKiubvjPBq-rMZtUYaOPT1yqJIpfrfOib5WbqTwF_qpXiQh20RjQIIvqCbOKLMib63lO87jycU8uz7iQ3INsL4pRwvI4yRJjItv4_l8IiazC7aJf5iS1gtJjrH5m_wb3ej-q1PPYiPnsc/s1600/029.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiKiubvjPBq-rMZtUYaOPT1yqJIpfrfOib5WbqTwF_qpXiQh20RjQIIvqCbOKLMib63lO87jycU8uz7iQ3INsL4pRwvI4yRJjItv4_l8IiazC7aJf5iS1gtJjrH5m_wb3ej-q1PPYiPnsc/s320/029.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5510886614859821890" border="0" /></a><br />So the next evening I went to my sisters to see my Mom and let the cousins play. My Mother and the rest of my family were watching a baseball game on the Telly. SO i was pretty much bored out of my mind. I am not a sports person and never will be. Maybe you could get me to watch Ice Skating if i was in the right mood.<br /><br />So in my boredom I took pictures. My sister did not wish to be photographed so I got her feet.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhNEYEhyphenhyphen-AL_i-3qwBV7B3YjITVKT9jWNcSVOjPaUnN9fAioBrpQXmb6hbTOgcSG_Gj1W8cW1JVhkVVbmtm8RwGRjAf6zyK-EUeQJUBUPQUimSV39xhRkfbKkYwhSZwMfiB7RbV2SkwyN0/s1600/030.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhNEYEhyphenhyphen-AL_i-3qwBV7B3YjITVKT9jWNcSVOjPaUnN9fAioBrpQXmb6hbTOgcSG_Gj1W8cW1JVhkVVbmtm8RwGRjAf6zyK-EUeQJUBUPQUimSV39xhRkfbKkYwhSZwMfiB7RbV2SkwyN0/s320/030.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5510887236290994802" border="0" /></a><br /><br />Than I got a shot of both my niece and nephew.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg2mMfL_MXdt1pMWix4FQJtVKabGsrbZUhaOKcLJ2qdGljR1XrpD8SvhkXUh6LOfcC7zlqxqkNgtiwZc0Mq7ShDHMGsZj97GTzA1CDUzV6RzOxvQTEmBPFH41yaJUSTNJVUb7_yEhhgssQ/s1600/036.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg2mMfL_MXdt1pMWix4FQJtVKabGsrbZUhaOKcLJ2qdGljR1XrpD8SvhkXUh6LOfcC7zlqxqkNgtiwZc0Mq7ShDHMGsZj97GTzA1CDUzV6RzOxvQTEmBPFH41yaJUSTNJVUb7_yEhhgssQ/s320/036.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5510887819907304978" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg16BSC021ALPIttwqNNkQDiz-UIwD_IyFZF2XrbdpElVsvd7XBjs0k2IonISiPoSdmJa7e40IjJHeC8Z0lhK2oD5zgsAhNzNh948tTZVp6oC195BwTU_j5GMLUi_iZYecjmeQanUq2oKQ/s1600/035.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg16BSC021ALPIttwqNNkQDiz-UIwD_IyFZF2XrbdpElVsvd7XBjs0k2IonISiPoSdmJa7e40IjJHeC8Z0lhK2oD5zgsAhNzNh948tTZVp6oC195BwTU_j5GMLUi_iZYecjmeQanUq2oKQ/s320/035.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5510890448002841506" border="0" /></a><br /><br />Than my sister showed me her gardens.<br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj5B3yOo3DfkR3lqwY0ifmzlBeUUa1S0Ti2OSja_7Dae4KPUFYdbEDL1n6WnOKlbKwP1mObPDQXgWGRaLCbXO_-1B7O83pgcU7JTBfOenAX9EhYzYIn2dy2upkigkZlGsthf3nKrfdupzM/s1600/035.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiy0FiE3eGiqF8krV8uq7iUVZavJCIW8VXYH8Fyj1VNI56xRF59LPgHJBwbk7gHLT3hvepWUWK-KQhh_KD-iHi-grq7KColg-E9lnbVUBBgasqQIM60qBd-9apTnzZm0kyMZJA2txo1rUs/s320/045.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5510888532110415970" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgxnJuYBfdtOnh2c7bXm29N09Fp6gtYRFVKPMicmwtyawdObcjQ-nPLo7YUEJfclzBWhjpaqhtt5v-JI1FFVARP5ywKs3L8tpzoYPGR_tO0oRgX17Q5iH9ZuQHAd9ciGLz5nbai1y8vaik/s1600/043.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgxnJuYBfdtOnh2c7bXm29N09Fp6gtYRFVKPMicmwtyawdObcjQ-nPLo7YUEJfclzBWhjpaqhtt5v-JI1FFVARP5ywKs3L8tpzoYPGR_tO0oRgX17Q5iH9ZuQHAd9ciGLz5nbai1y8vaik/s320/043.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5510888525009247906" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgSF5orgPOf5vptunXkEKxzUgtV_9SvmqjvR3YKoAHM5T2ljVasSFIg5uQdC_SkHwTLLkTOlMf5dme5qEBRg-2rUGh64kjPRk-HaHP3vDSAxG5KSCC_qnfJ-XUuMfrTm6fPjQp3Y5LhQ4Q/s1600/041.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgSF5orgPOf5vptunXkEKxzUgtV_9SvmqjvR3YKoAHM5T2ljVasSFIg5uQdC_SkHwTLLkTOlMf5dme5qEBRg-2rUGh64kjPRk-HaHP3vDSAxG5KSCC_qnfJ-XUuMfrTm6fPjQp3Y5LhQ4Q/s320/041.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5510888515866767074" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhtVKHIFpjMcxi8X1H_SQOb_n9oIBKHZH90G-n6xHqT_rMroTEsoenSI4wKAmdnehGQQALYfEP6S2RVIMFv9wO4U4DWe1rIzd7z1uvN2d-hH5ZOhRdkxXuFhLLIaJmCYMoeHJiNcJDtsBg/s1600/040.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhtVKHIFpjMcxi8X1H_SQOb_n9oIBKHZH90G-n6xHqT_rMroTEsoenSI4wKAmdnehGQQALYfEP6S2RVIMFv9wO4U4DWe1rIzd7z1uvN2d-hH5ZOhRdkxXuFhLLIaJmCYMoeHJiNcJDtsBg/s320/040.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5510888511105889186" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj919ScM5-aJ7OS4IM5Cm6nKI2TfQV2au-ugiX1kvKKaW9GxlIHc0c2YOi1vHtfj-xcI_kO6pm5i1LkTTr_MbNGRqWBCZWjaGocmEj59P4NGiLly6n1jguAlbtvLj6w1WcEiAQEKZDY1D4/s1600/038.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj919ScM5-aJ7OS4IM5Cm6nKI2TfQV2au-ugiX1kvKKaW9GxlIHc0c2YOi1vHtfj-xcI_kO6pm5i1LkTTr_MbNGRqWBCZWjaGocmEj59P4NGiLly6n1jguAlbtvLj6w1WcEiAQEKZDY1D4/s320/038.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5510888505749088642" border="0" /></a><br />/s320/035.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5510887810528703634" /><br /><br />Soon it was time to leave much to my daughters chagrin. You know how kids try to make 5 minute goodbyes last 30 minutes. So while waiting for her to pick up her stuff i got a picture of the bunny and the cat.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhF8kZe-2AjtDpOTehlCoYBEuAlOIRa19If1OViAoS69gPr5kKL0KNaRCoNaCiKz9HXRxGZosMmqecf_-DSB0rPArnI0fv9WkavkLcNfuXwld3kbys8deAwJwPTU6pV6CodAJCfdJ69XIE/s1600/048.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhF8kZe-2AjtDpOTehlCoYBEuAlOIRa19If1OViAoS69gPr5kKL0KNaRCoNaCiKz9HXRxGZosMmqecf_-DSB0rPArnI0fv9WkavkLcNfuXwld3kbys8deAwJwPTU6pV6CodAJCfdJ69XIE/s320/048.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5510889107015914450" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj_rtbdHy8NNdshCkSsmr53-8ve3VA0R9J6TkF_857w8BDZvImtWkPwGCnwljF-q6Lb9e7DNzIaSD1waz9H_6MYEG4JShvs1JXu_E3RXChcMm1a5te-QRpkMToiHhClXL7WbDh7UjcC470/s1600/049.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj_rtbdHy8NNdshCkSsmr53-8ve3VA0R9J6TkF_857w8BDZvImtWkPwGCnwljF-q6Lb9e7DNzIaSD1waz9H_6MYEG4JShvs1JXu_E3RXChcMm1a5te-QRpkMToiHhClXL7WbDh7UjcC470/s320/049.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5510889282000024834" border="0" /></a><br /><br />So Mom went home the next day, and soon after my roommate crashed the minivan so I will not be seeing my sister again anytime soon. I do have plans to see my Mother in a few weeks though as the ex husband is going to go on my vacation with me. That should be interesting.<br /><br />Sorry if this blog was short and choppy and not my usual stuff. I am tired and just trying to get something on here. So you do not think I have given up altogether.badbadkittyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07900149257212537997noreply@blogger.com0